The limbo of a breakup.

They sit infront of me on the bus,
she kisses him and gives him a hug;
I sit there watching them, thinking of us,
nostalgia kicks in like a drug.

I feel your lips press down against mine
and run my hands through your honey-scented hair,
the world goes silent for that moment in time,
I can feel you just like you were there.

You whisper something into my ear,
a sweet nothing saying all that it should;
I cant understand how much i wish you were here,
I'd unbreak your heart if i could.

I'd unravel history and take back that night,
would change it all if love was that strong;
I could be mistaken when i say you were right,
but i miss you enough to be wrong.

I watch them spiritually devour each other;
how quickly it all comes apart,
the blame mis-placed on the loved or the lover
when love, itself, breaks the heart.

I dont understand how you get on so well,
how you never stop and cry in the rain,
and scream, rip your hair out and curse me to hell
and just feel like you'd die from the pain.

I hate you right now and probably forever
and i hope that you're hating me too,
that you're hurt and angry cos we're not together,
how i want so much for this to be true.

Its clear to me now, what i'm supposed to do,
i've gotta work through this on my own,
i have to not miss being up close to you,
i need to want to be alone.

And its amidst my angst, buried in confusion,
that i'm struck by the emptiness of this bus;
seems the madness engulfed me and formed an illusion
for there's no one here, especially not us.